Prompt: The Shapeless Seductress (Part 12)

Summary: An exotic dancer is kidnapped by an evil scientist, and is injected with foul serums, rendering her body pliable, soft, and amorphous. She struggles with her new body, sometimes claylike, sometimes gooey, always alien. Commissioned by an anonymous user.

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Part 12

Wanda woke up to a room she didn't recognize. It had a similarly awful, sterile feel to the one she had gotten used to: it was a big, open, white chamber. It was too shiny; it was like she was sitting in an ad about to sell you a phone plan.

Where am I? Wanda wondered to herself silently. As usual, she was useless without that bastard controlling her every move. She couldn't even turn her nonexistent head to look at the state of herself...

Suddenly, something within the chamber whirred to life. The floor seemed to curve beneath her, some see-through membrane rising at the far corner of the room. Wanda's fluid form yielded easily as an almost-transparent force wrapped around her form, her liquid mass compressing into a shape similar to a vase. Her vague sense of vision was warped by her body being squeezed and kneaded into shape.

A panel in the wall whirred to life. Had Wanda been able to perceive her, she may have recognized her as a blonde-headed woman observing her bawdy product demonstration, back when Blackhart was selling her as a product, a service, a proof of concept to weaponize more women like her. Alas, Wanda's vision was terribly blurred by the sensation of her body made to rise and burble on its own.

"Ah, you're awake." The woman muttered. "Can you hear me?"

Wanda did hear, but couldn't do much better than burble, like a babbling brook forced to flow u stream. The woman pursed her lips, stepping before the elevated, vase-form Wanda.

"Don't worry. This is a prototype piece of medical technology. A biometric membrane, it wraps around an individual, taking biometric reading and supporting skeletal structures. It was designed to assist the paraplegic and severely injured, but..."

The woman trailed off. She didn't want to make a fuss about Wanda's warped biology. She raised her hand.

"You can't control it, can you?" Her hand hovered closer to Wanda's liquid mass. "Let me just get in there, and..."

Shlorp. She pressed her hand inside of Wanda's amorphous form. Wanda felt a buzz, and a tingle that enveloped her entire body; she shuddered in waves, feeling an invasion of sorts. A trickling sensation that crept from the top of her form to the bottom, like roots taking hold...

"Almost there, and... done."

The woman removed her hand from Wanda's biomass; she brushed her fingers along the biometric membrane enveloping Wanda—it had a strange, warm glow to it, clenching and relaxing as if she was trapped in a cocoon. It was soothing, in a strange, alien way...

...At least until the bottom unfurled, causing Wanda to spill out the bottom in a glopping mess. As she splattered into a formless puddle, the flow of her body seemed to suddenly reverse, pooling back towards the center of her mass. The blonde woman watched, unperturbed as Wanda's molten chocolate form climbed up over itself, forming over itself, forming the facsimile of a human body once more... save for her lower body, which continued to puddle across the floor.

Wanda hacked and coughed, gasping for breath she didn't need. "What did you do to me!?" She was shuddering, her whole body quivering.

"Your body's makeup is as much invisible circuitry and programming as it is bio-organic." The woman explained. "I erased the subprograms responsible for Blackhart's surveillance, remote control, and pre-programmed behaviors."

"...What...??" Wanda paused. "But... he told me that everything I see, he sees. If he saw you, he'll-"

"This room is reinforced with several layers of concrete and signal-suppressing materials. What happens here is for our eyes only. But I'm getting off topic; I should be introducing myself." The blonde lab tech bowed her head. "I am Dr. Natalie Hutchins. I'm sorry that we had to meet under such circumstances, Wanda."

"...You..." Wanda squinted. "You were at that meeting. Where Blackhart showed me off like a piece of meat."

Natalie nodded. "I needed to get closer to you to observe you."

"Observe me!?"Wanda shouted. "You just want to gawk at me like all those other evil freaks! What, you want to make me your own personal experiment too? Fashion me into your own little fucktoy!?"

Natalie's mouth flattened as Wanda was getting more wound up by the second. "That was not my intent, Wanda. I needed to get you away from Blackhart. You were being held captive, against your will."

Wanda was partway through drawing her hand back into a fist, but the weight of it caused her to stumble and collapse on herself. As she reformed herself, Natalie paced forward, stepping into the puddle that comprised Wanda's lower body.

"You are scared, Wanda. Your body was so warped beyond recognition, you lost control of yourself." Natalie explained coolly. "I expected that your sense of self would've eroded completely... but there is a will of iron beneath your soft body."

"Sh-shut up!" Wanda sputtered, stirring in her own liquid body. "Is that a joke? What do you want!?"

"I want to help you, Wanda. I may be one of the only people on this planet who could begin to comprehend what horrors you witnessed, what you were made to do." Natalie said. She clasped her hands in front of her, closing her eyes as she let out a deep, shuddering breath. "I know this, because..."

Wanda gawked as Natalie's skin began to shimmer and ripple. Her lab coat split apart into glossy strands, sinking into her body that continued to swell, becoming increasingly curvaceous. Her peach-hued skin deepened into a deep, rich shade of glossy pink, something resembling bubble gum. Wanda's entire molten body seemed to freeze and pause all at once as she was enraptured by the woman seemingly melting in front of her, her legs converging into a slimy pillar, her strawberry pink dollops of slime sliding down her hips and legs, mingling with Wanda's chocolatey drizzle.

"...I'm just like you, Wanda." Natalie finally said aloud, announcing herself to a room of silence. She was a slime woman, like Wanda... was she a former assassin too? Wanda's mind rushed with questions...